English Homework

"Moving on..."

The whole assignment was literally, just, write a story titled, "moving on" so y'all gotta give me props for this one. I didn't want to be the basic high school girl writing about hopeless high school love so that was out (I love love but like, no.) I stole a line from Alec Benjamin's 'Water Fountain' I had to fix it in there, by force after I realised I had zero inspiration in the beningininging. And I also had to keep it modest for the sake of my teacher's virginity. I only knew four things; psycho, stalker, crime of passion Hannibal Lecter. Enjoy my shit.

Ps. don't inform me of any grammatical errors, it's not me, it's the laptop, I swear.

• 𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 •

The two of them had been together since sixth grade, both of them barely pubescent human beings drawn together by the desire to be what at that age they didn't understand. In love. He used to kiss her on her cheek and blush red afterwards while his and her collective friends squealed and gushed in delight, embarrassment, awe and just about every other mix of emotions.

They broke up for the first time at the first lunch break of seventh grade. It was quite the sight, she dumped her tray of food all over him and got detention in turn. But all wrongs were forgiven that same night when he earned her redemption in the form of three words, I love you.

Their first 'real' kiss was in eighth grade, in his father's truck that he had borrowed just to impress her. It was a clumsy affair, neither of them quite knowing what to do, nevertheless, it was the talk of the class for the next couple of weeks. Of course, though, his actions were refuted greatly by his father.

The pair proceeded to break up several times over the course of high school, returning to one another each time. They shared friends, memories, sometimes feelings, together, they lost their innocence and time as the six years of high school flew by faster than the speed of light and before they knew it, they were gone.

It was expected that they would perhaps go to the same college or maybe not and one of the two would make gruesome trips to visit the other, the latter sounding most romantic. But, as life is said to twist and turn, it did, they broke up on graduation. A simple string of words from her mouth, mounting to, "I can't do this anymore," was the end of them.

He imagined that that summer he would drive to her house, they would talk things over and get back together as usual. But this wasn't the case as that summer, before he could ring on her parents' doorstep with a handful of roses and a gold chain in his back pocket, she was gone.

She wasn't dead, heavens no, but perhaps it would have been better if she had been, it would have been a softer blow to his heart to know she had no choice in leaving him. The love of his life, gone. He was lost without her, she had been his goal in life to that point. He walked the walk just as much as he talked the talk for her, to deserve her and please her and impress her. But she was gone now and he was lost, knowing not which direction to go.

This could have been the point at which he realized he didn't love her, that what he felt for her had breached past the boarder of love a long while ago. But it wasn't, in her absence, he thought of her more, he called and texted her more, he craved her most.

In the years that followed, she blossomed into the finest bloom of any spring. She smiled wider, laughed lighter and lived a heck of a lot more than she had ever, perhaps it was due to her new adult status and its wonders. But perhaps it was because she was on her own for the first time, with the opportunity to be her own person, an individual. Freedom felt great, a thing she never knew she had yearned for so greatly, along with its struggles. She braved the lonely nights and disappointments, she made a life for herself by herself. She moved on from the childish carelessness and delusion she grew up . She grew out of small towns with picket fences and perfect families. She grew out of what she now reminisced upon as a time consuming, ill-fated pairing.